I read your screenplay that night
We couldn’t sleep, lovers that might have been
And Midwestern wives that remain faithful
To t-shirted men, the pages we had bound together
We read each one and slowly let them drop
The rain came steady that week
I caught glimpses of you running through a downpour
Once I thought you were by my side
But it was only a policeman
Helping me home
I woke as from a long sleep Sunday
And found you waiting on my doorstep
You slipped your arm through mine
And I asked you
To walk with me again